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    “Well?” Ser Lyonel chuckles.

    “Well ser?” Dunk parrots, confused. The lord barks another laugh.

    “Go on then, after her,” he smirks with a shooing motion. Dunk blushes a hearty red.

    “Oh- uh no, no milord I should not,” he stutters out.

    “Why ever the hell not?”

    Duncan has no response beside more blushing and stuttering. Which it seems is response enough.

    Ser Lyonel leans forward again, catching Dunk’s gaze from where he’d lowered it— a wild and delighted smile slowly dawning across his face. Dunk feels his blush reach his ears. I’ve been kissed before, he means to protest, but it sounds childish even in his mind.

    AKA Maiden Dunk gets his world rocked.

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    25 Feb 2026

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    In the Seven Kingdoms, only an alpha can be sworn a knight of the realm. Somehow, Dunk's gone this long without presenting as anything. But Ser Lyonel Baratheon has a talent for getting him hot under the collar.

    Should mean nothing. Let the games begin.

    (a remix of the show, but make it omegaverse)

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    25 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    HOOOOOH MY GAWD YES

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, and brought Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, given that you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"

    Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."

    "Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "Thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.


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    “Has Aerion repeated his… advances?” Baelor asks carefully.

    “Well, he—The prince is…”

    “Like a whore desperate for some coin.”

    “Stubborn.” Ser Duncan finishes, wide-eyed.

    “That too, I suppose,” Baelor says wryly. “I don’t need to tell you to pay him no mind, do I?”

    “No,” The knight denies vehemently. “I won’t disappoint you like that, Your Grace.”

    A pause, after which Baelor hears himself ask as though he’s outside of his body, listening in. He regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth. “And if you hadn’t pledged yourself to me?”

    Ser Duncan looks caught, his blush darkening high up in his cheeks. “I have no business doing that with a prince.”

    “And if he wasn’t one?” He presses.

    “I don’t know. Aerion is hateful, but—pretty.”

    “Yes, I suppose so.” Baelor sighs. Aerion is pretty. It’s everything he hides behind that which makes him ugly.

    “You are very handsome as well, Your Grace.” Ser Duncan is quick to reassure him, nodding seriously.

    Inevitably charmed, Bealor has to hide his smile behind his hand.

    Or, Dunk gets two Targaryen squires and finds himself in the middle of a bizarre love triangle.

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    25 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    OMGGGGGG

  5. Rec 39

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    “I have had it with these motherfucking demigods on this motherfucking plane!” -Zeus, probably

    Or, in an alternate universe where the Giant War never happened, Zeus can’t kill Poseidon’s newest favorite, but he can make him work as a flight attendant for a year. He never planned for him to meet his Roman son Jason, who just so happened to be a pilot at the same airline, though.

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    24 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    OH MY GOD??? THAT TWIST LOL